We are not made of flesh. I have no eyes, no mouth, no ears, I've donated them to time.
Take me to the abyss of light, to the remote reminiscence, to the genesis of existence, where there is no need for a dwelling to rest the mind.
While man is struck by lightning, shouting with madness and triumph From the entire sky, all the clouds, soaked, threaten with flood.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.